We’re having an animal-tastic time here in Southern France.
We’ve managed to spot a lizard in the garden and a frog on a dark harbour walk.
We’ve seen several dogs on the beach who could easily have been nicknamed Sandy.
Yesterday, we were entertained by enormous dinosaur replicas as well as the real skeletons of the likes of a brachiosaurus.
OK. The truth is out. We actually create our own entertainment.
Then today on another long beach walk we spotted several jellyfish. The thought of which frightened my son closer to death than any sting actually could.
He swore blind not to go into the sea again and not to walk near to the wet sand.
However, about an hour later I took this photo.
A boy rescuing a buoy.
That would be my boy.
The stick later became a tool in his newly invented game ‘Flick-the-dead-jellyfish-back-into-the sea’.
Further along the beach we spotted someone flying a kite, which from a distance looked like a very realistic seagull.
But the best animal-tastic behaviour of all was that of a deranged naked woman bouncing and flouncing in the very cold sea. All by herself.